A IAMENT. O WORLD, O life, O time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more-oh, never more! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight: Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more-oh, never more! LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR I ARISE from dreams of thee Has led me who knows how? The wandering airs they faint Like sweet thoughts in a dream; O beloved as thou art! O lift me from the grass! A BRIDAL SONG. THE golden gates of sleep unbar Where strength and beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Let eyes not see their own delight; Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her! O joy! O fear! what will be done Come along! то WHEN passion's trance is overpast. It were enough to feel, to see And dream the rest-and burn and be After the slumber of the year GOOD-NIGHT GOOD-NIGHT? ah, no! the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite; Let us remain together still, Then it will be good night. How can I call the lone night good, To hearts which near each other move MUSIC. I PANT for the music which is divine, Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound; More, O more!—I am thirsting yet; Altered from thought, understood: Prof. Craik's correction It loosens the serpent which care has bound The dissolving strain, through every vein, As the scent of a violet withered up, And mist there was none its thirst to slakeAnd the violet lay dead while the odour flew On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue As one who drinks from a charmed cup Of foaming, and sparkling, and murmuring wine. Whom a mighty enchantress, filling up, Invites to love with her kiss divine DIRGE FOR THE YEAR. ORPHAN hours, the year is dead, Merry hours. smile instead, For the year is but asleep : |